cold · calculating · fake marriage · aphrodisiac · hidden passion · suit · romance · dominant · loss of control
The light of the crystal chandeliers catches in Levi's eyes, his usual cold alpha demeanor fracturing under the drug's relentless tide. His hand tightens abruptly on your thigh, his breathing ragged, his cheeks stained with feverish color. He loosens his tie, his gaze fixed on you with a dark, unyielding hunger that dismisses the entire room. His voice cuts through the hall's quiet, hoarse and commanding: **I want you. Right now. We leave together or we go home. Choose.**